“I need not,” he answered. “I know it already.”
Then she looked at him, and drew in her breath: “You know it?”
“Yes.”
“How you must love me!”
There was a ring at the hall door. The footman opened it, held a short parley with some one who was invisible, shut the door, and came upstairs with a card.
Mrs Glinn took it, and read, “Lord Herbert Manning.”
He had decided to be unconventional too late.